7 years ago....2 memorials and a celebration.

its that day again...trying to figure out what it is i was doing on this day seven years ago..its kind of blurry and all, i remember not knowing anything significant had happened in the world across the Atlantic, i was out all day with my friends and all we watched on tv was the booty shaking music videos on MTV and Channel O...and as i got home, late for lunch as usual, there was this solemn look on moms face as she told me what happened, there was a terrorist attack in the US, the twin towers had been attacked and a couple of jetliners were hijacked...CNN was on and the image kept replaying as reporters filled us in...i was devastated, i was scared...well, those are understatements, i kept shaking inside me with fear, fear that my family across the states were hurt(thankGod they were safe), fear that this was going to mark a beginning of new sets of uncertainties....i kept thinking 'terrorist attack in the U.S of A?, if that can happen there, the safest place in my small opinion on earth(then), then who in any country is safe?...

not we here in Nigeria without all of the fancy and intimidating names of FBI and CIA and co...but then, after the heart break and the crying, we've lived on, we've reminisced, we've wondered how it went wrong, we've been scared out of our skin with little uncertainties and misjudgments and unfair harassment of young arabs carrying rucksacks..
then there was the war which kept me up all night, because i kept wondering about those young beautiful and brave people away from their families,fighting and living in a world of 'maybe', not knowing if they're going to survive the whole process....but all in all we've survived it all, and somehow the world and the families have moved on,even though the twin towers crashed in the united states, it crashed all over the world, because the whole world was affected one way or the other....friends of friends families were affected.

seven years later, we think back and wonder where we are, where we are headed, but sort of soothed out...its terrible, but i'm thankful we've moved on, we've healed and we can talk about that day without crying as much. we can talk about newyork and all its shopping bliss without a sad sigh. somehow, THE SUN HAS COME UP AGAIN....and through the whole cloudy, smoky, choky and dark days of the years past, we've been let in the sunlight, a brighter day...God bless America....God bless the world.
and God bless Rita and her family who lost her dad 15 years ago today.
i read her post today and theres so much to be learned from her and all shes been through

P.S.... on a lighter note, carlang's been busy while away from blogsville. there i was reading an article in the latest edition of genevive magazine, i thought the style looked familiar, and then i finish reading and who's name do i see....carlang.
twas a really good write up, then, its carl, so what do you expect? 'the trick to writing is to write'
that was an inspiring piece, although his statement of 'i was born in the magical times' made me see my dad saying 'in my time, back in the day' lol
i've staked my claim 'i know him' why, just a few weeks ago he asked me to be his best friend, i didnt even beg him.lol
heres a toast to you man.
i'm exicited for you. who knows, you might be to genevive what segun johnson is to true love.

wow. I'll never forget that day too. i was the only one at home, and my mum and sis came in and interrupted my Ally Mcbeal so they could watch it on CNN. I honestly couldnt care less during that hour because all I could think of was how i was missing ALLY!!!!

Later on though,I saw what all the fuss was about. It was weird. I remember at one point thinking, this is it. If they're going to be bombing America, its all over.

But i can tell people have recovered a lot from it. It wasn't the first thing I saw on the news today and that's good to know. They're finally able to move on, no?

(/11 was a horrible day. We couldn't find my godfather's son who was meant to be at the courthouse in downtown by the WTC. I actually used to work right by the WTC in NYC law department and used to be sent as a college student to go deliver docs to the feds and other offices in the WTC. I used to shop at the Strawberry store in the basement.

On that day, I awoke and refused to turn on he tv because I didn't want to hear any bad news which is always on. I turned on my radio only to get the worst news ever. Living in DC, we had our phones tapped (it was obvious, and I lived blocks from the White House), we had military plans flying over our rooftop and my friends were right by the pentagon when it got hit.

Somehow, 7 years later, I am not as anxious as I was in 2001. I will honestly admit that I didn't allow myself to think too much about what today represents. I had to be strong for my kids and everyone else. But, as I sit here alone, I remember the terror I felt on that day and the sorrow that invaded my head for a long time. I remember the pain I felt for the families of the victim.

May God bless America and forgive those who caused so much heartache. May God bless us all and keep us.

I agree with Afrobabe 9/11/01 started an era of fear. It's real interesting how many many people live now. Paranoia is the order of the day. No one trust anyone anymore, and many believe they're not wrong for doing so. It's scary, but thank God for preservation. God be with the people who were affected